Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

She gave him a smile of empathy, nudging him with her shoulder in silent compassion but made no move to press about his niece. Niita had questions, but they could wait until a later time. 

"I like it here. Even with the famine, it's still beautiful to me..in a treacherous type of way. Kind of abstract."  Niita glanced at him with a more hesitant smile this time. "Plus, I think I might be starting to make friends."